This is a sad story. It's about a married man wit a daughter and 2 soms whom he loved dearly. They, including his lovely wfe, were by his bedside as he was slowly passing away. He requested the head nurses presence primarily to hear and be a witness to his last will and testimony. Once with them beside his bed he commenced:
Bernie, I want you to have all the Beverly Hills apartments.
Sybil, I want you to have all the apartments over the Los Angeles Plaza.
Hamie, I want you to have all the offices and apartments over the City Center.
And Sarah, my beloved wife, I want you to take the residential buildings downtown.
The head nurse, after hearing this, is blown away and as Morris slips away, she says, "Mrs Severwartz, your husband must have been a hard working man to accumulate all this property."
Sarah replied, "Property?? The asshole has a paper route."

But the sad part is, my elder neighbor called 911 and said, "I think my wife is dead". The operator asked, "What makes you arrive at this conclusion??" And he said, "Well, the sex is about the same but the laundry keeps piling up."